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I am just a Yankee boy

Born and bred in Boston

Where there ain’t no wide open spaces to get lost in

But out here that’s all there is

And when the wind gets blowin'

It makes a certain sound, almost like the ocean

There’s a new moon, and the latest country tunes

Droning on the radio

Oklahoma, Oklahoma

I’m so far away from home

And I’m feeling low and lonesome tonight

As the wind howls in from across the great divide

I know I’m only standing

On a giant’s shoulders

I ain’t getting no younger and this world keeps getting colder

Sometimes I feel I’m barely

On my way to where I’m bound

Sometimes I wish I could lay this hammer down

Hellfire and brimstone

There’s some preacher droning on the radio

I am just a Yankee boy

Born and bred in Boston

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